| How can I know which way to turn
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| Between my feelings and my dreams
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| I’m drowning in tennement oceans
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| There is more than this
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| I know that in my heart
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| I feel like going home again
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| But, I know that in my heart
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| I’m scared of what I’ll find
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| It’s raining on the kelvin
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| The rhythms never change
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| It’s like a whisper
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| A whisper out of range
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| People can’t convince me
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| I’ll say again
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| I’m not ashamed
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| So how can I know which way to turn
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| When I walk on different grounds
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| No one can tell me
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| There is more than this
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| I know that in my heart
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| I feel like going home again
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| But, I know that in my heart
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| I’m scared of what I’ll find
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| I know that in my heart
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| I want to see another side
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| But, I know that in my heart
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| I’m scared of what I’ll find
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| Lord find me, don’t turn me away
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| Lord find me, don’t turn me away
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| I know that in my heart
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| I want to see another side
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| But, I know that in my heart
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| I’m scared of what I’ll find
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| I know that in my heart
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| I feel like going home again
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| But, I know that in my heart
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| I’m scared of what I’ll find |